Dead friends lying back to back In this manufactured heart attack They have done their politicians' will Ten thousand years on, they'll be lying still Help me find a way out Hear all our restless spirits shout Turning around I see a new age dawn And I look on Tracer bullets lightning up the sky A soldiers' duty is to die Night times descended on this mushroom cloud Our days have ended in a chlorine shroud Help me find a way out Hear all our restless spirits shout Turning around I see a new age dawn And I look on Climbing, our spirits they rise above the battlefield They're beating their lives now In a different time Am I in heaven or in hell? Well, personally, I can't tell Oh, no, I can't tell Gliding, our spirits they soar Across the battlefield They're joining together now as one mind Am I in heaven or in hell? Well, personally, I don't care Oh, no, I don't care Beam me up [x6] Beam, oh, please, beam me up, beam me up Rising our spirits they glide Above the battlefield They're reaching up to a higher mind